Arrival to Safron

The trek west from the Wastes was uneventful. Upon arrival to the coast, I waved good bye to my Spear Brothers and Sisters as they headed south and I headed north. I did spend some time looking at the ocean, so much water. I had grown up in the desert, even the rivers we had seen was more water than I had seen in my entire life. As I traveled north, I stayed hidden from other travelers. I was not scared, but I am not stupid and you never know about these wetlanders who have no honor.
 
I arrived at Safron, these towns are so dirty. So much better living in a warren. I figured I would wait outside and see if anything caught my eye. It did not take too long, I saw a harengon, but he was not a Spear Brother, one of the lost. Not only was he not armed with a spear, but seemed to cover himself in technology. Remembering the words of the Wise Ones, I decided to see what he and his fellows (a simian, an otterfolk, an elf, and a young drawf). As I got closer, I heard them talking to a town guard about slavers. That peaked my interested and I offered my help. Time will tell if this was the path I was supposed to take.